//countryhuman stories\\

DenEst (goddess au) 12

we fight we break up we kiss we make up <33

Estonia decided to stay at Denmark's house for the entire day.

She didn't do much, of course. Sat looking down at the floor, at the wall and occasionally move around to another position to stare at a different point on the wall for a while.

She felt like she was back in her room. Alone, but at least this time it was far comfier, with a lot of things she could fumble with if she wanted to.

Walking around the room, she spotted something on the nightstand-- stuck beneath the leg of the lamp. It looked like a little slip of paper, tanned from its age.

Lifting the lamp and sliding the paper out, she looked at it.

It was a small black-and-white portrait of a young girl, an innocent smile on her face and a tint on her cheeks. Flipping it over, she had expected something but... it was just a blank piece of paper, no larger than a matchbox. No name, no date, no nothing. Just some random girl.

She flipped the picture over again, staring at the girl's details with furrowed brows.

Her dark hair had been braided back, a silky white blouse with a few embroidered roses climbing up to its shoulders. She had her head tilted just a little bit, enough to make her look almost like a student.

The photo was obviously old, or maybe Den just didn't take care of it. Was this one of his girlfriends? His sisters? His mother?

It didn't look like his sibling or his mother. There was an uncanny softness in her features that proved one of her past times must have been picking flowers. But it was almost like she was too nice. Esti didn't like it, it was strange.

The front door opened, then shut as Den came back home after a long day of work. He kicked his boots off and sighed. An empty house. Esti has probably gone to Fin's. Den didn't feel like checking.

He pulled his sweaty shirt off over his head with one hand, dropping it on the floor. He hated working with the carpenter— he was a nice guy, but Den always spent hours afterwards trying to rid his hands of splinters.

Den walking over to his room, stopping in his tracks when he saw Esti standing in there with her back towards him. Why was she still here?

"What're you doing?" Den took a few more steps into his bedroom, continuing to strip like Esti wasn't there. "I thought you were so eager to get to Fin's place."

He pulled on a new pair of loose pants, ones that weren't dirty or sweaty.

Esti didn't quite say anything, just staring at the photo.

"No." her voice was gentle, "I stayed here the whole day. I'm sorry I didn't eat, I feel as-- like my stomach wouldn't like it if I did."

Looking closer, it could be seen that she was wearing rosy red lipstick. Or that was the colour esti thought it was-- imagined it was, rather.

"Who is she?" Esti turned around and offered Den the photo, hoping to find answers from him.

"Dunno." Den didn't bother looking at the picture. He never kept pictures around, so it must've been there by accident. Picking up his pants from the floor, he folded them and tossed them to the side of the room. He'd wash them later.

Then, he looked at Esti. "Why, does it matter?"

"...No." She mumbled, keeping her head down as she looked at the photo between her delicate thumbs, a strand of hair falling onto her face. "I was just curious." She added in her gentle, quiet voice.